[Intro: Plucked acoustic guitar and a low, resonant cello] [Male Voice: Raspy, obsessive tone] Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? [Female Voice: Ethereal, defiant tone] Green glass, goblin. [Male Voice] Why do you stare at them? Give them me. [Female Voice] No. [Male Voice] Give them me. Give them me. [Female Voice] No. [Male Voice: Building intensity] Then I will howl all night in the reeds, Lie in the mud and howl for them. Goblin, why do you love them so? [Female Voice: Haunting and slow] They are better than stars or water, Better than voices of winds that sing, Better than any man’s fair daughter, Your green glass beads on a silver ring. [Male Voice: A whispered realization] Hush, I stole them out of the moon. [Female Voice: Urgent] Give me your beads, I desire them. [Male Voice] No. [Female Voice] I will howl in a deep lagoon For your green glass beads, I love them so. Give them me. Give them. [Male Voice] No. [Outro: Fading cello and the sound of wind in the reeds] [End]
